About death, we know nothing at all.
You talk a lot about death.
You write it, you tell it, as if it were your best friend. You rant about her obscure beauty to whoever you meet, not caring what they'll think of you. You don't like light, easy conversations because what really interests you is the ephemerality of the human nature, the sinister beauty that there is in the eternal night but also in the moon setting and, in turn, dying a little.
